Slave Life in Georgia - African American History
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<strong>Slave</strong> <strong>Life</strong> <strong>in</strong> <strong>Georgia</strong> 57<br />
<strong>in</strong>, and presently came out with another man, whom I afterwards learnt was<br />
Theophilus Freeman the negro-trader. It was a crafty th<strong>in</strong>g the stranger did, to<br />
br<strong>in</strong>g Freeman out to me. By so do<strong>in</strong>g he avoided observation, and gave the<br />
trader an opportunity of strik<strong>in</strong>g a barga<strong>in</strong> without be<strong>in</strong>g over-heard by any<br />
other dealer. Freeman looked at me a m<strong>in</strong>ute, and then exam<strong>in</strong>ed me, but did not<br />
at first seem disposed to purchase me. He found fault with my age and my<br />
appearance, and said I should not go off well, as I was not smart-look<strong>in</strong>g<br />
enough. The young man then <strong>in</strong>formed him I was a carpenter, and I added that I<br />
was a good workman, and worth any man's money. Freeman upon this asked<br />
what the young man, my supposed master, wanted for me, and was told eight<br />
hundred dollars, and that I was quite a barga<strong>in</strong> at that price. The trader did not<br />
make any remark about the sum, but asked to see the bill of sale relat<strong>in</strong>g to me.<br />
The young man answered that he had no<br />
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bill of sale of me; his father had given me to him, so there had been no need of<br />
one. He added that really he did not want to part with me, for I was a "thorough<br />
good boy;" but he had been gambl<strong>in</strong>g; had lost a large sum, and was quite hard<br />
up for cash, so he had no other alternative but to raise money by dispos<strong>in</strong>g of<br />
me. Freeman replied that he was very sorry for him, but without a bill of sale he<br />
would not give more than four hundred dollars for me. This made the young<br />
man very angry, and he swore at Freeman, and cursed him for be<strong>in</strong>g so hard; but<br />
after more chaffer<strong>in</strong>g, see<strong>in</strong>g that Freeman was firm, he consented to take the<br />
sum offered: so the barga<strong>in</strong> was struck upon the spot, and they both conducted<br />
me to the negro-pen, where I was shut up with other slaves, after be<strong>in</strong>g treated<br />
to a meal of cold bacon and cabbage.<br />
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24.03.2006<br />
CHAPTER XII.<br />
THE SLAVE-PEN IN NEW ORLEANS.<br />
I HAVE stated that the slave-pen to which I was taken, stood fac<strong>in</strong>g the St.<br />
Charles' HÔtel. It had formerly been an old Bank. It consisted of a block of<br />
houses form<strong>in</strong>g a square, and cover<strong>in</strong>g perhaps an acre of ground. The centre of<br />
this square had been filled quite up with rubbish and stones, as high as the back<br />
of the first floor of the houses, so as to form a solid foundation for the yard of